Recent content by Zdravko Olaf

Zdravko pulled himself back down to earth. Why couldn't he just be outrageous and kick over a table, or something? That's what his younger self would have done. Of course, his level of maturity had changed once he had met the lovely Talia. Her elegant French accent, her delicate beauty, the way...

Zdravko squeezed his girlfriend's hand, shooting her an almost sympathetic smile. At least, as close to one as he could muster, what with being so distracted by the food table, and all. "I'm sure she will be here, soon," he said, his English near spotless compared to that of his Bulgarian...

Zdravko could not resist winding up certain bag ladies in attendance at the wedding. The woman he had been winding up, however, he happened to know for a fact, had a pretty good kick on her, and he wanted to sample it. Which he did. After his little ride through the air, ending in his laying...

Rue, Zdravko mentally repeated, listening to the girl explaining how new things were to her. He didn't question why she had been away. Maybe, someday, he would ask her. For now, that was her personal business. Zdravko watched as Rue began to doodle on the desk. Hearts. Perhaps he should boast of...

Zdravko took out his own wand, tapping it against the broken shards. He muttered something and the pieces began to fly back together. "This is probably one of the spells I am best at," he assured the girl as the object mended, revealing itself to be a glass, "the other spell I'm quite good at,"...

Zdravko was late for his lesson. Very late. He had found himself spending a good part of the hour slapping the portraits as he tried to find any new secret passages that he had not yet mapped out. He had wound up the portrait of an old man reading a book. The days at Durmstrang were growing...

The young wizard stuck his tongue out at Dominicus. "I don't see why we have to get all dressed up," he started, purposely scruffing his hair up further, "we didn't the last time we did something like this." Zdravko drew up his conclusion and made a point to shoot a dirty look in Yakov's...

Zdravko didn't hear the girl's mutterings- or, at least, pretended not to. He watched as she dripped something onto the floor. Something black. The way it slid across the floor would have been a warning, to most, but not to Zdravko; whether it be bravery or stupidity, he remained standing...

Zdravko heard the words, but his reactions were not the same as any normal boy. His hyperactivity had caused him to overlook many details of a person, and this girl, was no exception. He didn't seem to realise what she was like, that she had killed these spiders, even though it would have been...

It was March. The very real sort of March which was mostly filled with rain and boredom. It was two in the afternoon and Durmstrang was near silent, the rain drumming heavily against the window pains. A room in one tower, had been taken over by the students during the downpour of rain. Games...

Zdravko beamed at Kida. "I'm great now," he said honestly. "But it was awful not seeing you for so long.. I really missed you." Something had definitely changed about Kida. She seemed.. let bouncy. "And er.. And how about you?" Zdravko asked hesitantly, "How have you been doing?"

Zdravko had wanted to meet up with Kida. He had been asking like crazy about when the next Brightstone weekend was and finally she had responded informing him of the one that weekend. Zdravko had arranged to meet Kida.. He was actually inside the store looking around when she arrived and caught...

"That's.." he grinned, "That's awesome. You're very pretty, you know that?" He was taking a leaf out of his brother's book and trying to charm, Surely that was what girls liked? "You're actually.. my first girlfriend." Zdravko said a little awkwardly.

"I love it." Zdravko said, grinning broadly and happy they had that in common. "I'd like to play for the Bulgarian team some day.. But they're so good I doubt I'd ever make it.." He decided to cut to the point. "I know we've only known each other.. what?" he checked the time, "15 minutes but...

Zdravko smiled as he listened to Kida pronouncing his name. She did that better than most others he had met. And Zdravko couldn't stop his insides from dancing a little when he heard she was a Quidditch Player. That would give them something to talk about.. "Er.." Zdravko said, caught off...